Unspoken Pleasure by Erotica

My Special Heat:>Ep11

In one violent motion, I shoved my head between my sister's legs. Nose, mouth, tongue all pressed into her pussy. Betsy was dripping wet. Her scent heady. Her flesh soft and pliant. It didn't seem fair to compare my sister's vagina to another girl's. It's not like she could control it; this wasn't something that she'd achieved. And yet her sex was so amazing next to any I'd ever experienced, I almost felt bad for my exes.

I matched my sister's earlier enthusiasm with my own actions. I licked at her with abandon, hoping that if I moved fast enough, she would forget about her misgivings. Sure enough, I felt Betsy's legs go from stiff with stress to tight with desire, wrapping like a python around my head. Heard the low groans she let out as she felt someone lick her most intimate place for the first time.

Brothers aren't supposed to see their sisters' pussies. They certainly aren't allowed to know what they taste like. And feeling what happens when your sister cums, well that's definitely out. But I didn't care. I worked Betsy to her peak like I would die if I didn't.

Betsy's legs snapped so tight I saw stars. She arched her back, letting out a high-pitched squeal. The kind of sound that would set the neighborhood dogs on high alert. It sounded almost pained, like the pleasure was being wrung out of her. Squeezed out of every cell.

Finally, my sister fell back into the bed. Gasping.

I managed to extricate myself from her legs, untangling them like picking myself out of the wreckage. Betsy lay back on the bed. Her face was cherry red. Her eyes unfocused. She looked at me and started to laugh. "You're dripping," she said.

I felt around my face. It was sticky, like I'd buried my whole head in a pot of honey, Winnie-the-Pooh-style.

"I liked it," I said.

"Me too," Betsy said, oddly wistful.

She sat up and pulled her pants back on. Wrapped her arms around me tight. "Thanks, Bran," she said, "You

you to know how much I enjoyed what you're doing for me," I said, "How wonderful you

incredible. Like nothing I've ever experienced. I don't exactly feel warmer than before, but

kissed me, her mouth smelling of my spend. My own still dripping with

she said as she

my own peak.

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we would go. There was no place left to escalate, so I figured we'd stay there at

days passed and little changed. Our new routine slowly solidified. Betsy would sneak into my bed after hours and suck me off. I would lick her to completion. We'd kiss, snuggle, and call it a night. Betsy

warm herself up. And she seemed more than willing to allow me to return the favor afterwards. But what I'd thought of as hard, craggy stone was actually made of gelatin. And

and we settled down to watch. I

you don't want to go upstairs?" I

till later," Betsy said, "I'm invested in my orange

Betsy had adopted 'the oranges' I guessed that meant I had to root for the 'the greens' since that's how human nature works. If you choose "A" I

us for the complete experience-all for free. The next chapter

leading by a mere two points over Betsy's mandarin men. I got up to use the bathroom and got us a couple sodas. My parents, who'd barely been speaking since the so-called 'cookie-